Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this Fanfic. They are the property of Karen Chance. Except for all other characters not from the original book series are the intellectual property of the author of this story. This story is not to be archived elsewhere without the permission of the author.
Author's Note: I started writing this story after book 4 and didn't know where Karen had taken Tomas. So this is totally AU and not finished by a long shot. Don't mind the grammar and spelling mistakes. I haven't had a chance to clean it up properly yet. Might even change a few things around but I wanted to give you something to read.
I was so tired, so damn tired that I crashed down on my bed with a groan. Every muscle in my body was aching and if I had known that this would've been the result of helping out my new neighbor moving into his house for the past couple of days I would've made up an excuse. For a few minutes I was just staring at my ceiling too tired to get up and take a long hot shower to get the sweat of my body. Then I realized that I'm feeling the tank top I'm wearing, sticking to my body and am mildly grossed out about it. So I got up and started to remove the tank top, my shorts and my shoes on my way to the bathroom. Not in the least bit concerned that I'm shedding them around, I'm not one of the tidiest people but I promised myself to remove them from my floor before I take a nap after my shower.
Removing the last items from my body, my bra and panties, I'm turning on the faucet and regulate the temperature of the water before I step under it. For a moment I'm letting the rays fall down on my face and close my eyes. It feels so good to get rid of the sweat, to let the warm water ease the ache in my muscles that I'm almost forgetting to actually use the soap and rinse myself thoroughly.
Satisfied and clean I'm turning off the water and grab for the towel that was hanging on a hook next to my shower and dried myself. On my way back to my bedroom I'm reaching down to pick up the various clothing I'd dropped on my way to the bathroom and reaching my room I tossed them in a corner. I'm walking to my dresser and got some clean panties, a pair of beige cotton pants and a white tank to get myself dressed. When I drop the towel from my body I get the feeling I'm being watched and turn my head to my window but I don't see anything, well I think I don't but somewhere my brain registers a slight movement from the curtains at the house next to me. Was my new neighbor watching me? Don't be silly Alex Shrugging I got myself dressed quickly, although my paranoia isn't really satisfied that I'm not really being watched.
Just to be sure I close my curtains and walk back to the bed where I drop down again, giving my alarm a glimpse I see it's just past three in the afternoon. Way too early to go to bed but lately I feel so drained it's not funny and my good will earlier drained me so much that it was hard to keep my eyes open.
So I just give in and slowly drift off even though I don't want to afraid for what might happen if I close my eyes. You see for the past year I've been having these very weird dreams about vampires, mages and all sorts of supernatural beings. Sometimes they are good but the bad are starting to overrule the good. I couldn't even call them dreams anymore. They were just downright nightmares. One evening I woke up so sick to my stomach that I barely made it to the toilet where I've spend most of the night emptying whatever was left in my stomach. I had to convince myself to go back to my bed and take a sleeping pill to even get some rest but the rest of the night I kept tossing and turning and when I finally gave up on sleep I was completely drained when the sun broke through.
So whenever I got the chance I crept to my bed and stole a few hours of sleep if that was possible. I just had good faith that those dreams wouldn't come to me all the time and at least give me some kind of sleep so I wouldn't start looking like a zombie.
To bad for me that this time I wouldn't have a dreamless sleep. My kind of luck you know. I know that it's a dream because when I open up my eyes I'm not in my bedroom, no this is Faerie I'm fairly certain of it because I'm staring at a giant Ogre who's back handing one of the main subjects of my dreams, the vampire Tomas. I see his body skidding down the cold stones, his black hair covering up his face when he came to a halt against the furthest wall in his cell.
I started to run, feeling the cold of the stones running up my legs when I realize that I'm wearing exactly the same outfit that I had put on before going to sleep. That also meant no socks and no shoes. I curse under my breath and wonder if this meant that I should go to bed fully clothed all the time.
I drop down next to the vampire's body and brush away the long strands of black hair, they're not feeling as soft as the first time I touched them but then again how long has he been here? Stop thinking like that, it's just a dream "Alexandra, you came back." He muttered when the door behind us got slam shut and I help him back to his feet. "Are you ok?" I stare in his dark eyes and I see a grin spreading over his face. "Of course I am. That barely hurt. What I'm wondering is, how is it that you can come and go into Faerie?"
I have no clue what he's talking about, this was merely a dream… was it? I cocked my head slightly to the left, not really understanding what he meant and he smiled. Oh that smile, I mean if you're going to have a dream I was glad my brain came up with such handsome men with their gorgeous smiles. I feel his hand tracing the left side of my neck, brushing away dark red strands of my hair which leaves that side of my neck exposed.
"Again?" I ask trying to regulate my breathing because his touch is already driving me insane. His hand moves down to my collarbone, sliding the fabric of my tank out of the way when he lowers his head. "I'm sorry Alex…" He murmured against my skin and I shiver. Not a bad shiver, no it's one out of pleasure and I can feel his lips brush against my skin and I need to grab his arms to keep myself steady when I feel my knees starting to get weak. I'm not feeling sorry, I know I should be freaked out that a vampire is about to feed from me but I keep reminding myself that this is just a dream and every time I wake up and check the mirror to see if I have been bitten I don't see any marks but then again I don't seem to remember him using his fangs to draw blood either.
How do I know he's a vampire then? Well I've seen him go all vampire on one of the dark Fey when they tried to attack me when I suddenly showed up. The end result of that attack being both of us tossed in his cell and him explaining what he was and how he got there in an attempt to calm me down. Not sure how much I was believing all of this I just nodded and smiled and because every time I woke up in my own bed after I fell asleep in his arms I just called them dreams. I mean this only happens when I close my eyes and I just blame my brain for having the most vivid imagination while I'm asleep.
"Alex…" He spoke against my warm skin and his hot breath leaves a tingling sensation behind and I really start to have a hard time keeping my legs steady. "You taste so much better…" His tongue trails over my shoulder towards my neck where he stops, one of his hands found their way under my tank and rested on my back while the other travels to the back of my head and entwines with my hair.
This is different, this is not how he has been feeding off me for the past year but instead of getting scared, feeling fear I grip him tighter. My breath shallow but my heart beat so loud that I can hear it in my own ears. Tomas moves his mouth slowly over the spot at the beginning of my neck and suddenly all the air is drawn from my lungs when I feel a sharp pain and realize that this time he is using his fangs to draw blood. I think I even hear my skin crack when he bites down. The pain quickly disappears when my attention is getting pulled away by his fingers caressing my back and sweet pleasure takes it place and I softly start to moan, one of my hands is taking its own course and travels towards the back of his head where I grasp his hair. That movement encourages him and with such a quick movement he lifts me up to his cot where he lowers me down. He still has his mouth covered over my neck but his hands travel over my body and with every touch my skin heats up and I ache for more than just his touch. My own hands find their way over his smooth skin, digging my nails in his back and I wonder how much he feels of that but I feel the muscles on his back tighten and a low growl against my skin tells me exactly what I was wondering.
Finally he draws back and I feel his tongue gently sliding over the spot he had bitten down on. I'm still moaning, my breath rapid and my heart beat even worse and when he moves his head in my vision I see the feverish look in his eyes. "Tomas…" His name barely left my lips when he presses his down on me, his tongue slides inside and searches out mine. I forget all about my surroundings, getting lost in that arousing kiss and I desperately hope that my dreams will always be like this. His warm, strong hands slide under my tank and pushing it upwards to lift it over my head it interrupts the kiss. I hate the fact that he stopped kissing me but at the same time I slide his shirt over his head. I admire his muscled body, the color of his skin, the way his black long hair falls around that beautiful face and I don't think I have ever seen such a perfect man in my whole life. His mouth seeks out mine again and the kissing continues, his hands move over my body to touch my bare skin where his own isn't covering mine and I crave for more.
The longing of him feeling inside me grows stronger with each touch, with each desperate kiss. His mouth disappears from mine, traveling downwards it leaves a trail of warm kisses, his mouth lingers over one of my nipples softly biting down on it. My back arches and I think I can't handle anymore but Tomas isn't finished. No he moves further down and his tongue quickly slips inside my navel before slowly dragging a trail down again. I swear that man is trying to drive me insane with this. I barely even notice that he's sliding my pants and panties down and spreading my legs so he has better access to my most private parts, which have been screaming for attention the moment he brushed my hair from my neck.
The moment his tongue touches me there my back arches and I think I'm exploding when he moves his tongue around and slips a finger inside. My brain stops working and my hips take over and are moving along with the thrust of his finger and the heat building inside me is almost too much to handle. I want more, I want him inside me and when I think I can't take it anymore and moan his name Tomas is on top of me. I can feel him against my hips, my entrance and I wonder when he found the time to get rid of his own trousers but quickly I forget about that when he gives me one of those feverish kisses. My legs wrap around him and I pull him down feeling him slowly enter with his shaft until he's fully inside me. He starts to move and I think I'm completely losing it, my hips met his thrusts and with every movement he's speeding it up. When I start to believe I can't take anymore with the heat that's building up so badly and the feverish kisses turning so passionate I finally explode inside and spasms of deep pleasure and warmth ripple through my body, tightening down around him which makes Tomas groan and thrusting harder and deeper until he leaves my mouth and seeks out the spot on my neck which he used to feed himself and I feel his fangs biting down again resulting in prolong the spasms through my body and helping him get his orgasm. "Mine." I hear him growl against my skin when his thrusts slowed down and his body collapsed on top of mine.
I feel tired again and when Tomas slid of me, he drags the pricking wool blanket over us and he pulls me in his embrace holding me tightly. I know he's afraid to let me go and I'm afraid to fall asleep and wake up in my own bed again. For the past year I have been his company in my dreams, for that same amount of time he was the only thing I could think about when I was awake, so deep inside me I was hoping I would never wake up from this dream.
"Alexandra…" He murmurs against my hair and my fingers stop dragging lazy circles over his arm and wait for what's coming next. "Don't leave." He whispers and I swallow deeply because I can't promise him that. I can't control where my dreams will bring me, I'm surprised that he's in most of them to begin with. Although who am I kidding, he's usually the first thing in my head when I lay my head on my pillow and go to sleep.
So instead I try to change the subject. "What did you mean with, "mine"?" I feel a soft kiss against my hair and I swear there was a smile on his face. He pulled me tighter in his embrace and I snuggle deeper against his chest. "I don't like to share." And with those words and a smile of my own on my face I feel myself drift off to sleep.